a reply to: underwerks
I'll keep it simple and short.
I was in my mid teens around 15 - 16. I was home alone and working on a geography project, it involved the typical 'display' for a presentation, with
some research and graphics, photos, etc. on some cardboard or what ever.
This obviously required the use of scissors, or some sort of blade to cut out sections of paper.
My family house at the time consisted of a basement, mainfloor, an 'upper' floor, and an upstairs. The main floor had the computer desk, family TV,
entrances, and what not.
I started my project in the basement, where I hung out most of the time. I had all my research and graphics printed out and was in need of some
I searched and searched all over the basement and quickly realized, the computer desk upstairs.
I went upstairs rifled through the drawers, ruffled some papers, nothing.
went to the kitchen same thing, nothing.
went upstairs to maybe take a look in my room, nothing.
Finally I went back into the basement and searched everywhere, couldn't find a damn pair of scissors.
Frustrated and out of luck I went back to the main floor to look in the computer desk drawers again, nothing.
I turned my back, hands on my hips, and said to myself "where could they be".
It was then I heard a noise, a scrapping sound like a heavy metal object being dragged across some wood. And then ...
A loud THUD.
The ground trembled a bit, I turned around quickly, and behind me, a pair of scissors lay on the floor, and a piece of paper floating to the ground.
The scissors were under a pile of papers on the computer desk. Something was out to help me that day.